On MSF's site, there's an article on World Refugee Day
“What does the word 'refugee' mean?” they ask refugees. Here are some of the answers refugees give:
“It's an ugly word. Being a refugee simply means you're nothing.”
“'Refugee' means defeated by the war.”
“It means that a person was uprooted from their country and thrown somewhere else.”
“You feel humiliated.”
“I don't accept this word.”
“'Refugee' means people who've fled their country, left their habits and traditions and came to a country they know nothing about.”
“It means someone who had something, and now has nothing left.”
“'Refugee' means someone in need, in need of medication, shelter, food.”
“When you say this word I imagine wide lands on which stand a lot of people. This is the typical picture we have in Lebanon and all over the world, about refugees,” a woman answers referring to the camps.
The two end remarks are the most noteworthy:
A young man says “Our only dream is to return to our country.”
A middle-aged woman wearing the chador says “We wish that our country returns to us so we remove the word 'refugee' forever.”
I heartily wish the same thing for every single person on this earth. To have a home. A place where they belong.
MSF says “Don't let this be the #LastRefugeeDay...” I guess they mean that refugees need to survive and be able to make it to safe countries. But I still wish the exact opposite. That the word “refugee” becomes something of the past, that our grandchildren recount their children: “My grandmother used to tell us about the time where there was war in so many places of the world, innocent civilians were being bombed, people had to flee their homes to seek shelter elsewhere. They lived in such a horrible world. We're glad that those times are over.”
I wish our grandchildren do not know the word "refugee" as we do and need an explanation to understand it. I wish these humiliating shameful days with tens of thousands of people drowning trying to move from one place to another on the world they're born is over.